Sunday, March 02, 2008


On February 29, 2008, a beautiful baby girl was born.
She weighed seven pounds, thirteen ounces and was 21 inches long.
She has big bright eyes and lots of dark hair.

Before she was a day old, I swear she smiled at me.
I am her Grandma.

My mother used to say that you should be joyful when someone passes away and cry when a baby is born, because the world is such a difficult place.
I cried many tears that day. Some were because I missed my mother, and wanted so much to share this day with her. Most were tears of joy, because I was so happy to meet this little girl.

Shortly after her birth my son announced that she was named after her Great-Grandma.

Mom would have liked that....

Welcome to the world sweetheart...........

(written September of 2005) I have learned much in the last nine months. I have read that ovarian cancer whispers. I say it screams. It just needs someone to listen. The American Cancer Society statistics for ovarian cancer estimate that there will be 22,220 new cases and 16,210 deaths in 2005. This is a death rate FOUR TIMES that of breast cancer.Almost 70 percent of women with the common epithelial ovarian cancer are not diagnosed until the disease is advanced in stage. The 5-year survival rate for these women is only 15 to 20 percent. This is unacceptable. Women need to be made more aware of the symptoms, and doctors need to listen to their patients. Especially when the patient tells them that they fear they have ovca, as my mother did for almost a year before she was finally diagnosed. It’s so sad and senseless when a woman knows the symptoms but can’t get anyone to listen to what she is saying.